Sure was wishin I was catchin some fishes

For Labor Day weekend Chris and I went up to Strawberry with his dad and Derek. We were so excited for a plentiful day of fishing since Christian's friend told us he got 60+ fish the day before (Jerry's a liar!) We got up at 3:45, dropped Quinn off with Grandma and headed out to enjoy our day off. The weather held out, but everything else fell apart. Our boat we rented cut out every thirty seconds when we were in full throttle trying to get across the lake, and it made a horrible screeching sound the gradually got louder and louder until Derek cut the engine. Don't worry, it returned during our last hour to accompany us in to the marina. And the worst part of all was the fishing. I caught three, one I didn't even know I had on and I drug it through the reservoir during my 45 minute nap. Christian and Derek both caught one fish. Other than that we had no bites! It was so dead; we couldn't believe it. Despite the fishing, we enjoyed the company and being outside, but next time I really hope there's a little more action.

Side Note: On our way to family night we drove through an isolated thunderstorm and this was the result.